Sally Eslinger Poet Rhyme

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Glorious are morning’s songs…
 life awaking, and
how my soul always longs 
for each new sunrise!

Entrancing are the dances of the day!
Birds wake to soar and swoop.
Flowers bob and lean.
Children rise with action-stories of dreams galore!

Hopeful are waking prayers!
Loving is their tone,
to cherish God’ s promises, with
the faith we do not walk alone!

Touching are poets’ pens!
Their words iIllume feelings of the heart,
from pains to joys
We find  poems may become ,like friends!

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(c) sally young Eslinger 9/24/21
Thanks be to God

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Harry Horsman October 26, 2021 at 7:01 AM Dawn's child with a pen to enhance the wonders of nature with her wonderful poetry. Sally Eslinger October 30, 2021 at 11:52 AM Thank you, Harry, for expressing your import from blessed reading. Dear friend, may you enjoy God’s closeness this weekend and on… xo. sally

Panagiota Romios September 24, 2021 at 11:11 AM Love this..poems are indeed like a good friend.... I look back and am glad to meet old friends. They show me where I was, Sally, and how far have come. They are milestones and markers of how far I still have to go. Merci. Panagiota Sally Eslinger September 25, 2021 at 7:00 AM Panagiota, my poet friend! Thank you. I must tell you of the 1st dearest friend of my heart — as a teen, I recall several times lying on the floor weeping as I read Tennyson’s “In Memoriam.” From it I made Tennyson a living friend and the poem became my live teacher about the vast love in my heart. Christ lives. Poems are born to poets, and live! Blessings of the day to you! Sally Eslinger September 25, 2021 at 6:45 AM Panagiota, my poet friend! Thank you. I must tell you of the 1st dearest friend of my heart — as a teen, I recall several times lying on the floor weeping as I read Tennyson’s “In Memoriam.” From it I made Tennyson a living friend and the poem became my live teacher about the vast love in my heart. Christ lives. Poems are born to poets, and live! Blessings of the day to you!

Joseph P. DiMino September 24, 2021 at 11:01 AM Glorious read! Such wonderful imagery, and profound truth. This is really inspiring and reassuring, that, when we sleep, awake, and then walk with God as well, our days will be filled with blossoms and fond achievement. Splendid poetry! Just perfect. Sally Eslinger September 25, 2021 at 6:51 AM Joe, thank you so much for your dear words in response. All that you note is what I feel and wished to impart as this poem wanted to voice. Be well and listen to your fine pen! Xoxo

Robert James Liguori September 24, 2021 at 8:22 AM Wonderful, I feel the goodness! Sally Eslinger September 25, 2021 at 6:55 AM Rob, thank you for stopping by to read and comment. It touched me deeply that you said you could Feel this poem. I am not sure there is a greater compliment. Sincerely xoxo

L Milton Hankins September 24, 2021 at 8:18 AM Beautiful writing, Sally. I really enjoyed reading your poem. Sally Eslinger September 25, 2021 at 7:00 AM Milton, dear brother poet, your comment touches me deeply. As you know, our support here of one another inspires further writing. I truly respect your work so am honored you stopped by to read and enjoy! Hugs…